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Sighing, I buried my face in my hands as I tried to think of where to go from here. If there truly was no way out, then I wasn’t sitting on my hands while everyone else fought the battle. That just wasn’t in me.
“Then let’s find out who’s on the list and take them out.”
“Libby—”
“No,” I snapped, facing Jack. “I will not be shoved aside again. This is my life, and I get to decide what I’m involved in. Do you get that?”
He gave a tight nod, but I could see the disappointment simmering underneath. He wanted me out of the way, and I was making his life difficult.
“Great. Then let’s figure out how to take down these fuckers.”
5
EVA
I swung the door open,my hair still a ratty mess and my clothes disheveled after fighting with my kids to get dressed, eat their breakfast, and pretend to be little humans. I hadn’t even showered yet.
Thankfully, the woman on the other side of the door didn’t care what I looked like.
“Rough day?” Izzy smiled.
“The worst.” I grabbed her hand and tugged her inside, grateful to have a reprieve. If it wasn’t seven in the morning, I would suggest we have a glass of wine. Or two.
“Are the kids giving you a hard time?”
I rolled my eyes as I walked over to the couch, flopping down in exhaustion. I barely slept last night, going through my usual routine of staring at the ceiling, wondering if Cash was okay and when he would be coming home.
“Hard time is a very simplistic way to describe the hell they’re putting me through this morning. I swear, if they could fight over the color of the sky, they would.”
“Well, you’re doing great.”
I looked down at my stained shirt, wondering what the hell she was talking about. “Do you see this stain? I’m pretty surethis is from ketchup. On eggs. Seriously, what normal kid wants ketchup on eggs?”
She grinned at me, letting me vent my frustrations.
“And this stain is from toothpaste.” I widened my eyes at her. “I haven’t even brushed my teeth this morning! How did I end up with their toothpaste on me?”
“Well, I think it’s a great look. Honestly, not many moms can wear what you are and still look sexy as hell.”
Sighing, I flopped my head back and stared at the ceiling. “I miss the days when I didn’t do this on my own.”
“I know,” she said sadly, brushing her hand against my arm. “Is there anything I can do to help? Maybe give you a night out?”
“And go where?” I asked, rolling my head so I was facing her. “Seriously, there is nowhere to go.”
“You could go out for drinks. You know it’s not my scene, but I’m sure some of the other girls would take you out.”
“And complain about their husbands,” I muttered.
I missed being able to complain about Cash. Whether he left the dishes in the dishwasher or his socks were sprawled across the living room…those days were long gone. Now all I had to complain about was my sad single life.
Because that’s what it was. Until Cash came home, I was a single mother. I wasn’t even sure he would make it home at this point, and that was a depressing thought.
Of course, to everyone else, I was a grieving widow. They didn’t know about the trackers I had placed in his body when he was unconscious. Nor did they know that I allowed myself time once a week to spy on him. Cash was doing what he had to, and I needed to go along with the plan, even if he didn’t know that I was aware of what he was doing.
I would never do anything to jeopardize his life, despite the fact that I was pissed as hell at him. All those times he pushedme away hurt like hell, but when he left, I finally got some perspective and realized what he was doing.
“What about a girls’ night?” Izzy suggested. “We could bring wine over and have some fun after the kids go to bed.”
